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Sunday's Guest
by Lori BlairThere was a sign within the yard
welcoming the arrival of the Sunday's Guests
"Come one, Come all,
and see
The Sale of the Century"
and they drove to the wide-open door in swarms
never intending to buy but rather to "friendly" inform us
so
of their unsold reasons
of why
"Come one, Come all
and hear
the clear knockings
inside
of this erstwhile prideful abode!"
Where a floor board squeaks
beneath a shingled cover of imagined leaks
whose inert walls are too big or too small
to assuage anyone at all
"Come one, Come all
and see!
The breakage of all
their dreams!"
For there is a sign within the yard
staked neatly between a dream and the harsh reality
Where doorways should have remained opened
ever now to be closed
Unredeemed but yet disclosed
from Sunday's Guests,
" Never to be Sold!"
10/15/2011 Posted on 10/15/2011
Copyright © 2024 Lori Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/15/11 at 10:46 PM ... an excellent write..... |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 10/16/11 at 09:48 AM Very sorry to hear you lost your home. Shortly after I moved back to NY from CA, my brother lost his home to forclosure. He has been forced to move into an apartment in spite of still owning the home his ex-wife lives in with their children. I've never owned a home so I don't know how it feels, though on a much smaller scale, I have been near eviction a few times and that feels plenty bad, so I imagine it feels a whole lost worse to lose a home. This is a heartbreaking poem. I hope you and the kids are doing alright now. JJ |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/17/11 at 11:59 PM Your poetic aperture...electronic canvasses are rich with words, soberly heralding darkness, without scaring the reader away, then rewarding him with resilience...hope. Well done! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/19/11 at 01:52 AM These effects are going to be around for some time, it is a dangerous and sad state of affairs. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/19/11 at 03:00 AM "Where a floor board squeaks
beneath a shingled cover of imagined leaks
whose inert walls are too big or too small
to assuage anyone at all" - great images here. The term "Sunday's Guests" sends me in several directions, which I like. "For there is a sign within the yard
staked neatly between a dream and the harsh reality" - this image is very hard to get out of the mind.
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/19/11 at 06:11 PM It is terribly sad to lose one's house, especially when it was unforeseeable circumstances. I purchased a foreclosed townhouse and a friend is living there and renovating it as he has time. The townhouse next door has been taken over by the bank and the people are gone. Both of them worked. I just don't understand that one! Didn't know them well enough to ask. This will only straighten out when the banks have confidence in the regulatory system I firmly believe. |
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